it feels like i choose it often.
the ache
to remember.
the hesitation
to falter.
the pause
to cessation.
// the memory we know | the part where it comes time to let go
hudson biko
passing
Tag: Poetry
hold
there will reach a time.
where you will find yourself.
sitting. in the sun.
lost. in the sky.
and you will think back.
to this moment.
when it was dark.
and cold.
and the good
felt
so far
// hudson biko
transient
settle
where the wind
calms.
and your breath
is light
// hudsonbiko
falter
marvel at the flowers
wither.
and remember
the beauty.
in your falter
// hudson biko
midday
the sun lingers
between the branches.
holds the spaces
vacated by the silence
of the leaves.
it is all so bare.
and so full.
a light.
so bright.
reduced
to shadows.
// hudsonbiko
hudson biko 